zoe-westbrooke - Hello Poetry

I just wanted you to know. To let my thoughts be solid, tangible words. Because even though I hate what you’ve done to me, How you’ve made me feel. If you said you were sorry. That you were wrong. That you messed up. I’d still want you in my life.

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Oct 21, 2015

Oct 21, 2015 at 5:23 AM UTC

zoe-westbrooke

Koala

I just wanted you to know. To let my thoughts be solid, tangible words. Because even though I hate what you’ve done to me, How you’ve made me feel. If you said you were sorry. That you were wrong. That you messed up. I’d still want you in my life.

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I wished on every first and fallen star for your existence. When I had you, I let the starts rest. When I lost you, I called to them again. I will wish until the last star burns out, to hold you in my arms once more.

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Dec 9, 2014

Dec 9, 2014 at 5:17 AM UTC

zoe-westbrooke

Pigeon

I wished on every first and fallen star for your existence. When I had you, I let the starts rest. When I lost you, I called to them again. I will wish until the last star burns out, to hold you in my arms once more.

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A cure. This ailment. Silence. Forced pleasantries. Mumbled spite. More pleasantries. Feigned ignorance. Disapproving looks. Sever. This ailment. No cure.

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Aug 23, 2014

Aug 23, 2014 at 1:20 AM UTC

zoe-westbrooke

Not Worth It.

A cure. This ailment. Silence. Forced pleasantries. Mumbled spite. More pleasantries. Feigned ignorance. Disapproving looks. Sever. This ailment. No cure.

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I know not every girl has a 'break up' box. I know I do. It's full of useless pieces of paper. Movie tickets. Parking receipts. Itineraries. It's full of meaningless pieces of junk. A broken bracelet. A sad Domo figure. A bottle. Useless. Meaningless. They meant so much to me. As did you. That parking ticket was the last thing I got before you broke me. That bottle was the last thing your lips touched before you left. That bracelet you won for me at a pub quiz. That movie ticket marked the first time you held my hand. And now, I look at this box. One that held so much pain. I wish I could say I feel better, now. But, I feel... Nothing.

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Aug 11, 2014

Aug 11, 2014 at 6:06 AM UTC

zoe-westbrooke

The Gentleman from Indiana

I know not every girl has a 'break up' box. I know I do. It's full of useless pieces of paper. Movie tickets. Parking receipts. Itineraries. It's full of meaningless pieces of junk. A broken bracelet. A sad Domo figure. A bottle. Useless. Meaningless. They meant so much to me. As did you. That parking ticket was the last thing I got before you broke me. That bottle was the last thing your lips touched before you left. That bracelet you won for me at a pub quiz. That movie ticket marked the first time you held my hand. And now, I look at this box. One that held so much pain. I wish I could say I feel better, now. But, I feel... Nothing.

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I don't feel the need to be entertained. I just enjoy your proximity. And even with your unmeaning insulting, I just feel the need to impress. No pressure. I don't feel the need to be adored. I just like when you talk to me. And even with your condescending intelligence, I just feel the need to impress. No pressure. I don't feel the need to always touch, taste, kiss, and hold you... No pressure.

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Apr 2, 2014

Apr 2, 2014 at 3:11 AM UTC

zoe-westbrooke

Eventually

I don't feel the need to be entertained. I just enjoy your proximity. And even with your unmeaning insulting, I just feel the need to impress. No pressure. I don't feel the need to be adored. I just like when you talk to me. And even with your condescending intelligence, I just feel the need to impress. No pressure. I don't feel the need to always touch, taste, kiss, and hold you... No pressure.

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You asked me to marry you. I thought you were joking The days I want that question to be true, Are the days I practice signing my new last name. You asked me to marry you. I still think you're joking. The times I wish my fairytale could be true, are the times we spend countless hours talking. You asked me to marry you. I...don't know if you're joking. But the adventures we could have, and the love I could give you would be endless. You asked me to marry you. I said yes.

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Sep 19, 2013

Sep 19, 2013 at 7:21 AM UTC

zoe-westbrooke

You Asked Me

You asked me to marry you. I thought you were joking The days I want that question to be true, Are the days I practice signing my new last name. You asked me to marry you. I still think you're joking. The times I wish my fairytale could be true, are the times we spend countless hours talking. You asked me to marry you. I...don't know if you're joking. But the adventures we could have, and the love I could give you would be endless. You asked me to marry you. I said yes.

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If I knew you were still in love with someone else. Yet you told me time and time again how much you actually loved me. My heart would break. If I told you I was still in love with someone else. Yet told you time and time again how I actually loved you too. Would your heart break like mine? What if it's true? What if your heart isn't mine. What if my heart isn't yours.

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Sep 19, 2013

Sep 19, 2013 at 6:42 AM UTC

zoe-westbrooke

If

If I knew you were still in love with someone else. Yet you told me time and time again how much you actually loved me. My heart would break. If I told you I was still in love with someone else. Yet told you time and time again how I actually loved you too. Would your heart break like mine? What if it's true? What if your heart isn't mine. What if my heart isn't yours.

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This is not poetry. This is a rant. This is not a rant. This is a meaningless hope. Don't leave me. Don't end this. I've fallen. Hit the ground so hard. I've flown. Reached the clouds so exhilarating. Don't leave me. Don't end this. I believe you. That may be a mistake. I adore you. That may ******* me. Don't leave me. Don't end this. My thoughts rest in you. My dreams are yours. My hopes you can crush. My heart you could mangle. See, this is not poetry. This is my fear. Fear you will leave. Fear you will end this. Fear that I have meaningless hope. Fear that you don't love me.

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Sep 12, 2013

Sep 12, 2013 at 7:33 AM UTC

zoe-westbrooke

It is what it is not.

This is not poetry. This is a rant. This is not a rant. This is a meaningless hope. Don't leave me. Don't end this. I've fallen. Hit the ground so hard. I've flown. Reached the clouds so exhilarating. Don't leave me. Don't end this. I believe you. That may be a mistake. I adore you. That may ******* me. Don't leave me. Don't end this. My thoughts rest in you. My dreams are yours. My hopes you can crush. My heart you could mangle. See, this is not poetry. This is my fear. Fear you will leave. Fear you will end this. Fear that I have meaningless hope. Fear that you don't love me.

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Stars. Falling like "fire" Would be cheap. Stars, I believe are of A secret nature. So old. So wise. They'd tell you All the things You never wanted To hear. You never understood, But they were your stars. So you listened. And then You fell. And their words became Truth. Your pain Supernova. Your pain Blinding explosive. Your pain. Their pain. And you knew, Now Stars were not for Childish wishes. Stars were yours. When some say; "You have stars in your eyes." You know. The story. The pain. The wisdom. Now when they fall, Race across the sky, You fall too.

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Aug 28, 2013

Aug 28, 2013 at 9:08 PM UTC

zoe-westbrooke

They

Stars. Falling like "fire" Would be cheap. Stars, I believe are of A secret nature. So old. So wise. They'd tell you All the things You never wanted To hear. You never understood, But they were your stars. So you listened. And then You fell. And their words became Truth. Your pain Supernova. Your pain Blinding explosive. Your pain. Their pain. And you knew, Now Stars were not for Childish wishes. Stars were yours. When some say; "You have stars in your eyes." You know. The story. The pain. The wisdom. Now when they fall, Race across the sky, You fall too.

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I listen. Not well. But I can hear you. I killed you. Old, pathetic, feeble. You held me back. I learned to jump. Be wild, dive in. Ignoring the warnings From my memories. I became better. Because you were dead. That person I was. Me. I had killed me. The echo of past. The dull roar of present. I should have known better. You can only silence, Never **** You made me lose Myself in order to get Away from you. Now... I listen. Not well. But I can hear you.

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Aug 28, 2013

Aug 28, 2013 at 3:20 PM UTC

zoe-westbrooke

Quiet

I listen. Not well. But I can hear you. I killed you. Old, pathetic, feeble. You held me back. I learned to jump. Be wild, dive in. Ignoring the warnings From my memories. I became better. Because you were dead. That person I was. Me. I had killed me. The echo of past. The dull roar of present. I should have known better. You can only silence, Never **** You made me lose Myself in order to get Away from you. Now... I listen. Not well. But I can hear you.

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